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Snow is falling like a dream.
Deep in the forest, a quiet hush fills the air.
My heart, singing and full, embraces the change of the new year.
Bees sleep, the mouse and deer huddle deep in the underbrush.
Wind sighs through the fir and pines,
and the lake answers with flows and eddies on the surface of the water.
Even though the promise of the light is coming,
whiteness in here.
I walk with frosted breath, feeling grateful to be a child of the earth.
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